I snuck up the stairs, careful to avoid the third step which was squeaky. Closing my bedroom door behind me, I glanced at my alarm clock: 3:00 am. On a school night...I don't know why I bothered being careful.My parents loved me, and I know that. But there were no rules in my house when… Continue reading Truth #8: Rules = Love
It was always in my head. When I lay on my bed late at night. When I hung out on the playground...alone. When I did my math homework. "One Tin Soldier" was my theme song. ...they taught it to us in school... ... ... ... yes, it's a really old song.... (pfft, why people always… Continue reading Truth #7: (Almost) Everyone has a Theme Song
It was the ugliest thing. Ever. And itchy! I'm sure my grandmother meant well when she made the sweater. But there was no way I'd wear it in front of my friends. Ever. The garish pink and turquoise ribbons guaranteed that. And there was lace... Ever. Still, my mother wanted me to say thank you.… Continue reading Truth #6: Be Thankful!
Your parents did it. Perhaps your father placed a hand on your mother's belly, and dreamed of your cherub face. Or perhaps they prayed over your picture, waiting for all the paperwork to clear, so they could finally bring you home. They dreamed... of doctors, lawyers, missionaries, world changers. And you have too... - of… Continue reading Truth #5: Your Dreams are Small
Their words hit the mark. In my mind I heard the age old taunt: Sticks and stones... There are no broken bones, But the scars are much worse My "friends" surround me like a pack of wolves, Eager for my despair. My ruin. In that moment I know I am nothing. Have you been here?… Continue reading Truth #4: You are Loved